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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.