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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.