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 Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.