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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.