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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.