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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.