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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.