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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.