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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 Manila and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.