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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.