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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.