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 Canada 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.