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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.