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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.