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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Names,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.