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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.