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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
June Days,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.