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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.