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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.