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 United States 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.