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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Franke to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.