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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.