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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Yellowson 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.