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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jandek,
The Index,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.