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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.