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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.