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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.