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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.