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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Nas,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.