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 Bahrain 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Wire,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.