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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.