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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Stooges,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.