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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.