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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.