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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.