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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.