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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.