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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Slave,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.