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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.