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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.