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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Ronan,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.