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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.