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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.