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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.