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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.