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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.