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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.