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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.