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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
KRS-One,
UT,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.