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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.