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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.