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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Crime,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.