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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.