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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.