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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.