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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Slackers,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.