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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.