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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.