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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.