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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.