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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.