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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.