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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.