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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.