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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.