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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.