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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.