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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.