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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Wings,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.