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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Television,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.