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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.