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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Altered Images 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.