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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.