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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.