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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.