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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.