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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.