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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.