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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.