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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Franke,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.