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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.