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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Jandek,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.