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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.