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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.