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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.