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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.