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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.