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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.