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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.