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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.