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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.