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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.