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 London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
AZ,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.