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 Latvia and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.