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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.