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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 The Doors 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.