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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.