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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.