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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.