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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.