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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.