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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.