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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.