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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.