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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.