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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.