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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Move,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.