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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.