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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.