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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Nas,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.