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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.