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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.