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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.