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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.