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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.