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 Albania 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.