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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.