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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.