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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.