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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Index,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.