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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Television,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.