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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
UT,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.