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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.