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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.