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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.