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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.