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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.