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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.