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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.