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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.