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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.