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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.