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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.