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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Crime,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.