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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.