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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.