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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
the Association,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.