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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.