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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.