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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Misunderstood 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
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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.