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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.