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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.