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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.