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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.