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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.