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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.