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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.