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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.