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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Black Moon,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
AZ,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Japan,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.