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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Magma,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.