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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.