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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.