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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.