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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Franke,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.