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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Can,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.