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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.