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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.