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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
UT,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Index,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.