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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.