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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.