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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Standells,
UT,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.