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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.