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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.