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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.