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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.