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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.