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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.