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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.