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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Crime,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.