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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.