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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.