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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.