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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.