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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.