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 New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.