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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Q65,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.