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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.