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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.