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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.