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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.