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 India and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.