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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.