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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Index,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.