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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.