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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.