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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.