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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.