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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.