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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.