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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.