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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.