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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.