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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.