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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.