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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.