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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.