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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.