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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.