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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.