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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.