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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.