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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.