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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.