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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Jandek,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.