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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.