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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.