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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.