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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.