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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.