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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Television,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.