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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Pole,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.