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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.