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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Nico,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.