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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.