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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Liliput,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.