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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.