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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Excepter 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Interpol,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.