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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.