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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.