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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.