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 Burundi 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Fear,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.