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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.