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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Index,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.