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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.