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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.