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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.