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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.