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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
a-ha,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.