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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.