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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.