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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Can,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.