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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.