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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.