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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
AZ,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Fear,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.