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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.