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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.