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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
MDC,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.