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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.