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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.