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 Vanuatu 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.