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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.