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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.