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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.