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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.