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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.