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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.