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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.