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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.