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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.