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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.