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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.