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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.