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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.