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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.