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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.