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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.