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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Fear,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.