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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.