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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
JFA,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.