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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.