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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.