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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.