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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.