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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.