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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 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 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 The J.B.'s 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Brick,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.