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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
MDC,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.