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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
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.