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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.