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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.