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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.