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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.