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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.