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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.