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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.