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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.