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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nico to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.