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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.