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 Woodstock.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.