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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.