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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.