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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.