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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.