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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.