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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.