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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.