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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.