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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.