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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
X-102,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.