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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.