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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.