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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.