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 Qatar and from London.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.