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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Hoover,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.