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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Roxette,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.