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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.