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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
the Association,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Wire,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.