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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.