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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.