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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.