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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.