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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.