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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.