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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Pole to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.