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 China and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.