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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.