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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.