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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.