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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.