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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.