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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.