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 Panama and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Gong,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.