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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Television,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.