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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.