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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.