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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.