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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.