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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
the Association,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.