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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Japan,
the Germs,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.