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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
MC5,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.