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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.