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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.