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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.