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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.