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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.