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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
PIL,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.