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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.