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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.