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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Gong,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.