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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.