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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.