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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.