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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.