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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.