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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Nas,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.