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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Swans,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.