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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.