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 Chad 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.