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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.