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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
UT,
Joy Division,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.