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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.