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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.