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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.