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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.