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 Congo 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.