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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.