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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.