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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Smog to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.