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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.