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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.