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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.