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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Saints to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.