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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.