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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.