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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.