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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.