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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.