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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.