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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.