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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.