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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.