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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.