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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Mars,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.