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 Cape Verde 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.