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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.