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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.