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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.