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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.