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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.