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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Echospace,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.