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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.