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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hardrive 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the 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.