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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.