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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
X-102,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.