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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 theremin 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 The Smoke to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.