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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.