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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.