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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.