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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.