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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.