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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.