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 Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.