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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Residents,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.