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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.