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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.