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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.