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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.