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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.