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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.