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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.