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 United States and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.