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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.