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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.