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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.