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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.