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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.