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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Fall,
UT,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.