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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 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 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.