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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.