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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
MDC,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.