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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.