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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.