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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.