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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.