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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.