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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Pagans,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
MC5,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.