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 Finland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.