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 Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.