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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.