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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.