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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.