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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
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.