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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Echospace,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.