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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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?
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.