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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.