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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.