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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.