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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 JFA to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.