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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.