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 Romania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Little Man,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.