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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.