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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.