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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.