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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.