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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Index,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.