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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.