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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.