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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.