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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ludus,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.