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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.