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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Cluster,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.