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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.