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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.