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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.