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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.