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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.