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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.