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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.