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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.