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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.