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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Can,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.