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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.