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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Nico to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.