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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.