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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.