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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.