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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.