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 Austria 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.