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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.