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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.