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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.