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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.