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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.