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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.