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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.