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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
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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.