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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All MDC 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 rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.