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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Magma,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Visage,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.