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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.