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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.