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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Gong 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.