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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.