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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.