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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.