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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.