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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.