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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.