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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.