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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.