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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.