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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.