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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.