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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.