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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.