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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.