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 Angola 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.