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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.