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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.