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 Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.