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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.