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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Scion,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.