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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Whodini,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.