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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Brick,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.