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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.