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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s 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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.