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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
DNA,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.