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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.