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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.