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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.