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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Nas,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.