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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vogues to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Gories,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.