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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.