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 Germany 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.