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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.