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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Pole,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
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.