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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Index,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.