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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.