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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
JFA,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.