Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.