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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.