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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.