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 Sudan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.