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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.