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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.