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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.