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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.