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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
MC5,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.