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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.