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 Vietnam 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.