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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.