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 New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.