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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.