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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.